It's been a minute since I last wrote. Sorry about that! At this time last month, we were squeezing every last bit of life out of summer that we possibly could. A birthday party for our youngest, an impromptu-ish road trip to St. Louis (see zoo picture above), and getting ready for school kept me from sitting down to check in with you.
But I'm back (cue the confetti), and let me just say that the past few weeks of settling back into our schoolyear routine has been so, so good for my soul. I've enjoyed my morning coffee in peace. I've lingered over my Bible. I've relished quiet mornings at home. It's been heavenly. And it's also made me realize how much I needed a fresh start.
No matter how many years it's been since graduation, back to school time always feels like a new beginning to me—which makes it the perfect time to resurrect my long-dead New Year's resolutions.
Bible reading? Back on it.
Exercise plan? Getting there.
Work goals? Checking them off as we speak.
Maybe you can relate. If you started a Bible reading plan in January, only to fall off the wagon by March, why not hop back on today? There's no rule saying that you can't pick up where you left off. That's just the devil. As far as I'm concerned, now is the perfect time to grab some pretty pens (hello clearance school supplies) and start up a Bible journaling habit.
If you, like me, are getting back into the swing of things after a summer that was maybe a little wonky, I hope you'll hit reply and tell me all about it! I'd love to hear what's working for you and what's not. It does my heart good to hear all the ways you're choosing faithfulness each new day.
Choosing to rejoice anyway is one of the most powerful things that we can do to fight back against the enemy (who would like nothing more than to see us a defeated). It's a declaration of faith in God's goodness and faithfulness, despite all appearances to the contrary, and it's always good for us to declare his praise. Especially when our weary souls need to be reminded of his goodness.
I was in my 40s when my grandmother, Jewel, died in her mid-90s. One of my strongest childhood memories was sleeping in the extra twin bed in her room and hearing her pray aloud for each family member by name before she went to sleep.
Sometimes the very thing our souls most need is to stop in the middle of the brokenness and dwell on a thing of beauty. To be reminded that for all that is wrong and broken in the world, there is also beauty and light and life.